Chapter 874 I'm Not Sick
Darian stood at the door, fuming for a moment, then stepped around the shattered pieces on the floor and headed straight to the bar.
He poured himself a full glass of whiskey and downed it in one gulp.
The fiery alcohol burned his throat, but he barely felt it anymore; he was numb.
His mind was consumed with thoughts of revenge against Violet and Brady.
They had conspired against him.
He'd make them regret it.
Darian slammed the empty glass down on the marble bar and was about to head to his study when the door, left ajar, was pushed open.
Lucien and Alaric had followed him in.
Seeing Darian by the bar, Lucien's eyes darkened. He walked over slowly and said, "Did you do this to Jade?"
Darian turned to look at him, showing no remorse. "Lucien, you're my friend. How could you not believe me? Why would I hurt my teacher?"
Lucien fully believed Darian was capable of such an act. He gently patted Darian's shoulder and said, "Darian, I think you need help."
"Help with what?" Darian lowered his eyes and said softly, "You think I'm sick? I'm not sick. I'm perfectly fine."
"You know what I mean. Your current state is worrying," Lucien said, not wanting to excuse Darian's actions. He'd rather see him in jail.
But before jail, Darian should see a psychiatrist.
His obsession with Violet had gone too far.
"I'm not sick." Darian shrugged off Lucien's hand and said, "Lucien, we don't need to stay in touch anymore. Just pretend you never had a friend like me."
"After all, my background is a mess, and I'm always on the brink of trouble. I don't want to drag your reputation down." This was sincere.
He knew his future might be bleak.
So he didn't want to burden Lucien, his only good friend.
"Darian, take a few days to rest at your apartment, then turn yourself in to the police. That way, you can get a reduced sentence," Lucien said, his eyes steady.
Darian had no intention of going.
Since someone else had taken the fall for him, why should he create trouble for himself? "Lucien, just go. You don't need to worry about my business anymore."
"Darian, listen to Professor Moreau. Turn yourself in first. He'll get you a lawyer to reduce your sentence. You'll be out soon, and then you can apologize to your teacher. Your life will be ahead of you," Alaric chimed in. "You have talent. Your talent can amaze the world."
Darian listened and could only laugh. "Do you think I'm stupid? Even with a reduced sentence, I'd still be locked up. Once I'm in, everything is over."
He wasn't stupid. Going in meant destruction.
Lucien frowned, feeling a pang of sorrow as his old friend drifted further away. "Darian, if you knew this would happen, why did you do it?"
"I told you, this has nothing to do with me. You don't need to push me into a trap," Darian said, holding onto the last shred of patience.
He feared he might get angry and tell them both to get lost.
"You know better than anyone if you did it," Lucien said, realizing he couldn't persuade Darian. "If you decide to turn yourself in, I'll help reduce your sentence. If you don't, like you said, our friendship is over."
"Then let's end the friendship," Darian said coldly, turning away.
Lucien had been good to him, but their differences were clear.
Lucien had a privileged background; Darian did not. So he saw no need to drag Lucien down with him.
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